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you gathered my mind - back streets, alleys ...

        again ... one thought only, piqued by a sound, exquisite.
            times so vibrant and delirious that all was a fever ... so
    much forbidden food I engorged behind a mask, then spit
gently, the seeds, to find purchase where they may. So
        wrong and bright ... so dark and right ... mind and body

            thrown on the potter's wheel of a beast, manipulated so
    by innate intent, that I spun no mortal mercy of my own.
A magnetic draw far beyond my sinew and vitality. To thus
    worship all that is not, to fawn at fear's reprieves, and fall
            by the altar, sordid and blood-ripe. To rend the sour Eden

    leaves, and taste their bitter glory, to watch the last full
breath of a saint stand briefly in the winter air, and move
        my cheek against it ... to hear the first gasp drawn by a
            monster in innocence and nascency, and press my palm
    to quell. Why? Why not?? Such was brought forth amidst

pain to scrape the spillings of a febrile feast, sorrow ever
        waiting, watching, holding my hand in the dark. Nails dug
            into flesh at the prayer that Mercy might come to shine
    in the night ... but the WAIT, oh, that accursed wait can
devour you whole. Let the minutes go, or the hours will

        let go YOU, and the days will be ghosts ... years but the
            whispers of a phantom. Loose the wrongs and reasons -
    like all the darkened deeds of a backward glance, they are
DONE ... if not, mark the dour glint in their eye, and heed
        well the crack of your bones, as they consume all you are ...

            and COULD be.







~ 1st Place ~  in the "In The Back Streets Of My Mind" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 5th Place ~  in the "Religion Or Philosophy Poetry Contest", Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor.
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